Douluo: A Century-old Legend I Am the Second Uncle Chenxin

Ma Liang's eyes widened, and he asked with interest: "You are on the Tianjiao list?!"

Zhu Wuneng curled his lips and replied nonchalantly: "That Laozi's loach chick list seems to include me. Is that Tianzhilou blind? Letting a small person like me be on the list, isn't this harming me?"

Hearing this, Ma Liang suddenly became excited.

Among the people on the Tianjiao list, there are only a few who are great soul masters, and they are of the same level and age.

He automatically filtered out Zhu Wuneng's complaints and shouted, "Come on!"

Then he moved and flew into the air, watching Zhu Wuneng's every move.

However, the next second, his movements suddenly stiffened.

After Zhu Wuneng transformed and possessed the body, he carried the Nine-toothed Rake on his right shoulder, while his left hand was still leisurely cleaning his ears.

Ma Liang's face suddenly turned ugly and he felt insulted.

Anger appeared on his face, and he yelled, "Zhu Wuneng, what are you doing?!"

Zhu Wuneng answered without even looking up: "I'm picking my ears. They're a little itchy. Why are you yelling? You've already flown up to the sky. What am I attacking? Killing a mosquito?"

Ma Liang gnashed his teeth in anger, "Okay, okay, if you don't come, I will!"

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly launched an attack, "First Soul Skill Modification - Phoenix Comet Fist!"

He is not a fool. Although the other party seems a little weird, he is a figure on the list of geniuses after all, and should not be underestimated.

Therefore, he used his ultimate move at the beginning.

Ma Liang suddenly swung his right hand, and dozens of punches instantly merged into one, turning into a huge fist like a flaming phoenix head, smashing towards Zhu Wuneng like a comet.

Zhu Wuneng raised his head and glanced at it, then calmly activated his own skill: "Flame Type 5 - Flame Tiger!"

He slashed forward, a massive slash like a flaming tiger, roaring into the air.

A phoenix and a tiger collided violently in the air, bursting out with dazzling light and a huge noise.

As a result, they cancel each other out.

Ma Liang looked at Zhu Wuneng in surprise, "You actually have the fire attribute too!"

Zhu Wuneng shrugged innocently, "Is it weird? Sorry, Master Ma."

Then, he said with a smile: "Hey, let me tell you something else, Master Ma, I have a characteristic, the moves that others have used once are useless to me."

"So, your fire attack is ineffective against me."

When Yu Zhengjun heard these words and saw Zhu Wuneng's friendly and warm smile, he couldn't help but wonder in his heart: "Does he really have this ability? Oh no, this kid is probably fooling people again."

Ma Liang obviously didn't believe this. He approached and roared, "You're talking bullshit! Watch out, Phoenix Sky Sword!"

As soon as he finished speaking, his soul ring rose up, and he quickly formed seals with his hands. Then dozens of phoenix fire feathers gathered into a huge flaming sky sword. Ma Liang carried the sky sword and slashed straight at Zhu Wuneng with a fierce and intimidating force.

The Flame Sky Sword needs to be condensed and not dispersed, which requires a very high level of control, so the Sky Sword is not far away.

Facing this fierce attack, Zhu Wuneng seemed calm and unhurried.

He chuckled and said, "Why don't you believe it, Master Ma? Listen to others' advice and eat your fill! Look at me - the Golden Bell Cover!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhu Wuneng's body shook violently.

A golden bell as high as five or six meters suddenly appeared from the inside out of his body, emitting a dazzling light.

The Phoenix Sky Sword slashed heavily on the golden bell. There was a loud "clang" sound and dust and smoke rose all around.

When the dust settled, Ma Liang was shocked to find that the Phoenix Sky Sword had collapsed, the broken fire feathers on the blade slowly fell, but the golden bell was still intact.

Obviously, although Ma Liang's Phoenix Sky Sword is powerful, it is slightly lacking in density and toughness.

Although he had already mastered this move, he still seemed a little unfamiliar with how to use it.

Such an attack might be able to barely handle an opponent like Chen Shurui who had just mastered the Blue Sea Sky Sword, but it was not enough in front of Zhu Wuneng who had mastered the Golden Bell Cover.

Ma Liang's face turned a little ugly, but the subsequent changes made him even more shocked.

Zhu Wuneng shouted in a low voice: "First Soul Skill - Wind Ears!"

Before he finished speaking, his body suddenly underwent strange changes.

A pair of huge ears grew from both sides of his head, spreading out like wings.

The next moment, Zhu Wuneng had flown in front of Ma Liang with the help of this pair of huge ears.

He smiled jokingly and said, "Master Ma, it's my turn now."

In fact, many guests had already seen through the nonchalant look that Zhu Wuneng had just displayed, but in this competition, no one spoke up to remind him.

Completely different from Chen Xiaojun's crushing, clean and neat fighting style, Zhu Wuneng is always flexible and changeable in a duel, with all kinds of tactics at his fingertips.

He is good at hiding his strength and pretending to be a pig to eat the tiger - oh no, he is a pig.

This fighting style is closely related to his experience.

Whether in a competition in the fighting arena or a fight on the battlefield, he always uses his low to defeat the high and the weak to defeat the strong, so his fighting style is extremely smooth.

At this moment, Ma Liang's rhythm was obviously controlled by Zhu Wuneng.

Under Zhu Wuneng's deliberate guidance, Ma Liang overlooked an important fact: although he was suspended in mid-air, his straight-line distance from Zhu Wuneng was only a dozen meters.

This distance is so close for flying that it is almost negligible.

Zhu Wuneng shouted, "Water Land Type - Twisting Whirlpool!"

This move is designed for situations where you have no foothold or are unstable.

As he was flying in the air, now was the perfect time to use this move.

With the violent "twisting" of the Nine-toothed Rake in Zhu Wuneng's hand, a powerful vortex suddenly formed.

The vortex quickly condensed into a sharp and huge blade, whistling and spreading in all directions, cutting through everything around it with devastating force.

Ma Liang subconsciously performed a defensive move and hurriedly reactivated his second soul skill.

Dozens of phoenix fire feathers quickly circled and formed a solid cylindrical flame shield.

However, Zhu Wuneng's attack was too swift. The vortex formed by the Nine-toothed Rake was like a cutting machine, easily cutting through Ma Liang's defensive shield.

In this contest, one was well prepared and the other responded hastily, and the result is obvious.

Use water to overcome fire! The Nine-toothed Rake is not afraid of Ma Liang's flames at all.

Ma Liang was caught off guard and was hit by Zhu Wuneng's nine-toothed rake. He staggered in the air and felt a little weightless.

Fortunately, Zhu Wuneng did not use the rake teeth to attack with full force, but only hit him with the flat part of the rake, otherwise serious injuries would be inevitable, which would have been bad.

However, Zhu Wuneng's attacks continued, leaving his opponent no chance to breathe.

He took a deep breath and shouted: "Water Pick-up - Flowing!"

With this angry roar, his nine-toothed rake seemed to transform into a giant dragon, spinning and tumbling in the air. Every rotation made the following blow more powerful.

Like a violent storm, swift and direct, very fierce!

The back of the Nine-toothed Rake was like a hammer, hitting Ma Liang's body repeatedly and repeatedly, using it as a stick. Every hit made Ma Liang's body shake more and more, and he could hardly maintain his body shape.

Finally, under the continuous attacks, Ma Liang could no longer hold on and fell from the sky like a kite with a broken string.

He fell heavily to the ground, spat out a mouthful of blood, and looked at the Nine-toothed Rake that was so close to him, his eyes full of unwillingness.

Zhu Wuneng slowly put away the Nine-toothed Rake and looked at Ma Liang who was lying on the ground without saying a word.

At this moment, cheers and screams of girls rang out one after another.

Ma Liang struggled to sit up and looked at Zhu Wuneng's receding figure. He roared, "Am I so weak?"

This competition can be described as a complete joke.

Zhu Wuneng stopped, turned around and said calmly: "You are not weak, just a little stupid. Also, my young master let me win beautifully."

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhu Yanfeng walked onto the stage.

He glanced at Ma Liang and said softly, "This kid really hit hard."

"Master Ma, you should go see a healer. Too much blunt force trauma can easily lead to internal injuries."